I got home from school today. Everyone made fun of me. And I cut, cut, cut. "How was school today?" Mom asks. "Fine," I reply. She doesn't need to know.
Then I went to work. My boss cursed at me for doing things wrong. He got violent. It was all my fault. And I cut, cut, cut. "How was your job?" Mom asks. "Fine," I say. She doesn't need to know.
I went to school again. They had started rumors about me. I ran to the school bathroom. And I cut, cut, cut. My Mom was at work. She didn't ask me how school was. "Fine," I reply to no one. No one needs to know.
My boss yelled at me again. I brought someone the wrong order. I hid my tears until it was time to leave. "Fine," I say before she can ask as I run up the stairs to my room. And I cut, cut, cut. No one needs to know.
I cover up my arms and I head to school again. Today was very hot. They laughed and made fun of my long-sleeve shirt. They didn't understand. I didn't even answer this time. Nor did she ask. I just ran. Then I cut, cut, cut. No one will ever know.
My boss says I'm too incompetent. He says I can't do anything right. This upsets me, moreso the fact that I agree. I cry. I run. She calls. I run. Then I cut, cut, cut. She comes. I cover up my arms. "Fine," I say as only I notice the blood begin to seep through my sleeve. She leaves. She doesnt need to know.
I got ready for school again. My mom drops me off. "Honey, is something wrong?" "No, Mom, nothing's wrong." I felt guilty, like my deep secret was eating my insides until I was nothing. But I couldn't tell. So I cut, cut, cut. And it didn't stop. It never stopped. I lost too much. Things had gotten out of control, but it was too late. I had cut. It didn't stop. I lost too much. Now she'll never know.